Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa's face was not very good when she was insinuated. He picked up his wand and gently tapped the small wooden block in front of him, thinking of a wooden sword in his heart.

Magic power flows from the wand, and Hoffa uses his mind to control the magic power and instill it into the wood. Suddenly, he had a magical feeling, which felt like grabbing a piece of plasticine out of thin air.

Under the action of magic, the wood seemed to possess extremely strong plasticity.

So, what is the purpose and structure?

Hoffa knew it, and he closed his eyes directly. Thinking of a cold sharp blade in his head.

The wood began to grow, stretch, and then become flat under Hoffa's mental control.

During the change, Hoffa frowned.

No, the details are not enough, but the blade cannot be called a sword.

So he began to think carefully about the shape of the hilt and the shape of the guard.

Above the table, the small wooden sword became more and more decent. At first it was just a rough embryo. Slowly, the patterns on the hilt were slowly carved out.

Miranda sighed in a low voice, while Aglaia mumbled disdainfully, "There is something..."

After finishing the carving, Hoffa opened his eyes and looked at the small sword in front of him, without much joy on his face.

Miranda exclaimed: "You really have you, you did it!"

Hoffa shook his head and closed his eyes again. He always felt that something was wrong.

You know, he still wants to transform into an Animagus, just turning wood into a wooden sword is not enough!

Think about it, what's the difference between this and making a rubber sword out of plasticine, the essence of the wooden sword is still wood, without the slightest change. It's not magic at all, it's not magic at all.

Essence, change, goal.

The key words Dumbledore said went around in Hoffa's head.

No, the sword should be made of iron, the goal of the sword should be killing, and the wooden sword can only be used as a toy.

So Hoffa concentrated his mind, completely immersed his mind in the current wooden sword, trying to perceive more details.

But no, his spirit can feel every fiber of wood, but he still can't feel the essence of wood. Not to mention change.

Not enough energy?

Hoffa furrowed his brows, and suddenly, he thought of the meditations of Mirajba travellers. Meditation can raise the spirit.

Hoffa opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone around was struggling to deform the wood. No one cares about himself in the corner.

He let go of his mind, closed his eyes, and entered a state of meditation.

At this moment, his spirit is magnified exponentially under the effect of meditation. If he wants, he can perceive the whole picture of the classroom without eyes.

But Hoffa did not, all his spirit was immersed in the wooden sword. To explore the nature of wood.

The powerful spirit is like a spider web, permeating into the wooden sword, the spirit penetrates the fiber with magic power, through the cell, through the cell nucleus, and has been to the essence of organic matter.

There seemed to be a loud bang through his head.

The black and white world suddenly became colorful, and he seemed to have come to another dimension. Countless tiny particles rotate and change around him, and endless colors remix and disperse in front of him.

Magic took Hoffa to gallop in a completely unknown world, a new world belonging to Transfiguration opened up in front of Hoffa, and he felt joy. He felt the power to control everything!

That's right, that's it!

...

In the real world, the wooden sword in front of Hoffa suddenly exploded into dust and disappeared completely in the air.

Miranda's expression on the side was slightly solemn.

Aglaia smiled triumphantly, she thought to herself, this idiot, just changed the sword!

In the classroom, Dumbledore, who was correcting a student's mistake in front of the podium, suddenly turned his head and looked to the corner.

A strong mental power suddenly appeared in the classroom!

Tom Riddle on the other side of the classroom frowned, he felt something.

Dumbledore put down what was in his hands and walked quickly to the corner. Everyone's eyes followed him.

Coming to the corner, Dumbledore saw Hoffa with his eyes closed.

The next second, Hoffa raised his wand.

In the air, gleams of gleaming metallic light appeared.

In everyone's shocked eyes.

That metal light quickly arranged and combined, forming the blade, the guard, and the hilt.

Dumbledore's blue eyes suddenly widened.

The shimmering blade showed that it was a metal sword, not a wooden sword.

Miranda's mouth was open in disbelief.

Aglea's face was pale, and she suddenly stood up while holding the table.

The students around turned their heads and watched this magical scene happen.

They didn't know what was going on, they only saw a metal sword appear out of thin air.

But Dumbledore knew that the boy in front of him had actually changed the essence of things!

After the change was completed, Hoffa opened his eyes pale and filled with joy. He grabbed the sharp small sword in front of him.

He did it! He used Transfiguration to change the nature of things, this is magic!

Dumbledore clapped his hands sincerely, and soon, the students around him clapped his hands with Dumbledore. They don't know why, but they just feel great.

Tom Marvolo stood up, looked at the Ravenclaw table with furrowed brows, and muttered in disbelief, "Hoffa...!?"

Hoffa, who was silent in the joy of the completion of the change, was startled by the applause. He looked up and didn't know when he was already surrounded by people. One by one they applauded in shock.

What's going on, isn't this a basic operation?

Dumbledore pulled Hoffa up without any explanation, looking at him like a rare treasure. Then, he took the small sword that Hoffa had conjured, held it high, and said in admiration:

"Overcompleted tasks, overfulfilled tasks, Hoffa! Look! I have never seen a first-year student who can do this. That's great. The last person who can change like this is Nick Le from 500 years ago. May. Ravenclaw adds 50 points."

He was so happy that he didn't even want to look at other people's works carefully.

This made Aglaia so angry that she was so furious that she went out immediately after the get out of class, and threw her woodcarving tree in the trash can.

After class, Hoffa also wanted to leave the classroom, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Hoffa."

Hoffa stood still, the crowd passed by, and Ravenclaw's classmates patted him on the shoulder excitedly. Motivated words were said to him, but Hoffa saw Tom Riddle's sullen face pass him by, and as he passed by, he heard an insignificant whisper.

"Really good, Hoffa."

After the classroom was gone, Dumbledore pointed to the table in front of him, and Hoffa sat down puzzled.

Dumbledore looked at the earrings on Hoffa's ears and smiled, "It looks like you get along well with the goblins."

Thinking of Indor, Hoffa could only scratch his head, "It's okay, I just can't take it off."

"Why take it down, it's a gift from a friend."

Speaking, Dumbledore also pulled a stool and sat down, crossed his fingers and his expression became a little serious.

"You just acted dangerously, know?"

Hoffa's heart froze for a moment, and he didn't understand.

Dumbledore handed the sword back to Hoffa, and said solemnly, "Can you still change the sword back?"

Hoffa stared at the wooden sword and felt it for a while, then his face was pale. He knew why Dumbledore had left himself. He understands the structure of metal atoms, but does not understand the structure of trees. He can't change it at all.

Dumbledore folded his arms and said softly, "Caution, Hoffa, caution. I have seen too many shapeshifters who are gifted but not cautious.

You have a very strong spiritual talent, but you have to remember to change the structure of things, not the essence of things. The ecstasy and impulse brought about by changes can easily be lost.

In my opinion, you have just completed an irreversible change, if the object of your change is not a piece of wood, but yourself. You have been completely lost. "

Hoffa looked at Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Dumbledore straightened up and tapped the metal sword with his magic wand.

The metal sword slowly changed back to a small wooden block.

"Remember, a true shapeshifter must not only turn stones into gold, but also turn gold into stones."

Dumbledore's words frightened Hoffa for a long time, so that when he walked out of the classroom, he still had some cold sweat on his back.

Indeed, at the moment he completed the transformation, he was indeed almost taken away by joy. At that moment he even felt that the transformation into Animagus was close at hand.

But now it seems that he has a long, long way to transform.

Other students didn't know Dumbledore's warning to Hoffa, and they were all talking that Ravenclaw had produced a student who was good at transfiguration. Ravenclaw's students regarded Hoffa as a hero. Although Professor Gorschak had deducted 70 points from them, Dumbledore added 50 points, and the scores were almost offset as soon as they came and went.

But unlike other students, Aglaia's attitude towards Hoffa has become increasingly unfriendly.

Whenever she gave Hoffa only a bad face.

When they were in herbal medicine class on Tuesday, she deliberately replaced the fungus that Hoffa was looking after with a pot of piranha, trying to see him making a fool of herself. Fortunately, Hufflepuff’s dean, Herblau Billy, reminded in time, Otherwise, his nose may be torn off by that terrible plant.

During the astronomy class on Wednesday, she ridiculed Hoffa in public because Hoffa confuses Europa and Europa.

Hoffa felt that the little girl might have never suffered since she was a child, and she was suddenly hit. So I held a grudge against myself, but the more she was like this, the more Hoffa ignored her. Just think she is a clown.

He goes to class in the morning in the day and meditates in the breeze in the common room at night.

If there is some free time, he will go to the library to find a way about the phantom spell.

But unfortunately, the areas in the library where the lower grade students can stroll around are quite limited, and there are only some basic theory books in those places. There is no specific spell book at all.

If you can't find a way to hide, you can't explore Hogwarts wildly.

But Hoffa was not in a hurry, anyway there was time. If it hadn't been for Aglaia to respond to him in an okay manner, he would have felt that life at Hogwarts shouldn't be too perfect.

This calm continued until Thursday.

There is a flight lesson on Thursday.